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If I could summarize what you mean to me, would be a crime I can’t bear, and mostly I would sound corny and distasteful, though yet it could bri..
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It’s not that I
don’t believe in you, it’s just that, I’ve come to think we’re different, and
any philosophy that comp..
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The more I talk,
the more I see reason in silence, people are beautiful and profound on their
own, in their promises they seek, in their words they ..
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The ever
renewing, tasteful, warm energy of morning coffee, transforms men into
machines, ever working in jeans and white shirts;
As it hits
mid..
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Smooth textures forgotten before felt, yet turning into feelings inside the skin;I am new and tan and happy, couldn’t expect to be whole, as the..
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The streets of Arraial are beautiful...
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My Journey through Rio de Janeiro.
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For we won't hold each other's hands anymore, and that'll be the end of me.
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Thy truth is out
of time, same as when thou knocks on that door and no one answers, carrying the
rock alone as Sisyphus;
I’ve accepted my
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I wake up Friday morning and look at your picture, unlike any other I’ve ever seen, it has a touch of heroic character and perhaps like the suns..
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